A Night In Wandi

On a night in Wandi There was a man with crazy hair And a golden beard His laugh was a match for the blasting music I discovered he was twenty-one Only just a man With wisdom beyond his years Although we just met I felt like I already knew him Like we were old friends I was drawn to his ‘tell it like it is’ attitude He was an open person that exuded honesty Our birthday’s were only two days apart Although separated by two years Everyone was dancing, singing and downing drinks It distracted us from the extreme cold When the party settled down we all slept in a mess On the living room floor As I shivered in my sleeping bag in the darkness I couldn’t help but glance his way As he lay nearby The next morning he left in a flash Like the piercing sun on our hungover eyes Something in me knew I would see him again Now it’s a year later And we couldn’t be happier On that night in Wandi On the freezing living room floor He was curiously looking back